I found a spot just outside Millwall Park. There, I was joined by thousands of people who were cheering the runners as they pass by. The atmosphere was great. Festive, actually. And you would never guess who and what I saw this afternoon.

Which is why I don't really know much about today's music. Most of the artists now, I don't get. I even asked Ketty, "Why is everyone gaga over Gaga?". But this is not a critique on contemporary sound. You see, I don't even have a radio in my flat. Never had one since I moved to the UK and I've stopped watching MTV for almost a decade now. Everything changed when I started my not-so-new-job in London. They play FM in the office. And now, I know the Top 40.

There's one particular song that caught my ear at the moment. The funny thing is, this tune ain't exactly new. I learned today it was released in November last year. Anyway, Grenade by Bruno Mars is one heck of a song. Full of melancholic melody and its lyrics brimming with angst and despondency, the song is brilliantly composed. And to make it even more hauntingly poignant, the half-Pinoy(!) kills it with stunning vocals.

About Me

A former work colleague described me as an England-based Japanese-looking Filipino with a Spanish name and an American accent. I drink Belgian beer in Irish pubs and frequent Chinese buffets when lunching out. For breakfast, Scottish haggis is a must and Italian dinners always leave satisfied. Latin-American cinema facinates me and French architecture makes my head reel, in a good way. I once smoked a Cuban cigar and absolutely loved it. One day I'll visit Chile, Morocco and Vietnam. I'll try everything once. From eating Jamaican patty whilst playing Russian roulette to downing Singapore slings after dancing the Viennese waltz. I'll even camp out in the Australian outback as long as I stay away from the Brazilian wax.
But if you really want to know me in acht Wörter, Ako ay isang Batanguenyong-Kabitenyo na ipinanganak sa Mindoro.